Chapter 20Matthew unpacked the saddlebags he’d carried with him on his trip without responding to my question. Was that my answer? Then he straightened and stared at the wall.
“I accused you of lying to the family, and now I’ve been false with you.”
“How?” My heart wobbled in my chest.
“Raven Strongbow. I knew him at Greasy Grass.”
My throat went dry. “How did you know him?”
“His family was at the village Custer attacked. There were a lot of Cheyenne with us. So we fought together.”
I began to breathe again. “Is that all there is to it?”
Matthew fixed his gaze over my right shoulder. He’d gone Indian again. “Think about it. He knows I was at Greasy Grass, and he works for the army.”
I remembered the grunt I’d heard from Raven when Matthew tossed his shotgun to me from the stage’s s
